He didn't approve of how Satan could look so much like him. Not right now. Not with the memory of being in that pit still clinging to his skin.
As Satan talked he studied the place and the people. They were petrified and all of them were huddled in the corner looking at them like they were death itself. He tilted his head when he didn't spot any children, until he realized the two still living were being protected in the middle of the circle.
They all looked underfed as well. Whatever this thing was, if it came back this town would be no more. He walked back to Satan and studied the priest who was looking at them with barely veiled suspicion in his eyes. Curious. "We need supplies," he tried. Lets see how bad this was. Priests were supposed to be charitable after all.
"And we have milk and meat to sell. We expected markets." He made a note to go fish out Pestilence itself and ask the questions this priest wasn't answering.